Meaningful Morning Mood

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Poetry
 Meandering Morning Mood ∞

My brew’s gone cold,
I question why

I doubt
Myself
So much

The wind
Keeps howling
Out that window,

And I can’t hear at all

Even if I could
It would all be noise
But the mirror
On the wall

It reminds me
That it’s not so mad
It’s no so sad
.
. .
. . .

/ Gimme Gimme Gimme 
(More 
Sound
After
Mid
Night) /

Momo wanted to bark,
He needed
An autograph
for Nina,

That’s his little
Red-ribboned
Pet paw
Man,

She’s only
3 months’ old,

We waited in the incensed
Warm room

And you just 
Didn’t come

That’s pretty puzzling, bro
You are like their
Sampling
Idol,

We waited in the incensed
Warm room

and you just,

didn’t
come

**Damn**
. . .
. .
.

∞∞ Velvet Dew ∞∞

My brew’s gone cold
I question why

I doubt
Ourselves
So much

The wind
Keeps
Whistling
Out
That window

And I can’t hear at all

Even if I could
It would all be noise
But that mirror
On the wall,

It reminds me,
That it’s not so sad
It’s no so mad
.
. .
. . .

// Paint It Dark //

Fallen
Casual
Touching
Hearing

Causing
Pain
But
There
Is
Gain

It
Took
A while

To
Find
Read
Sight

No trunk
No funk,

No pain
No needles,

Paint It Dark
When you
So
Desire

But do keep
Rollin’

Lunar
Starry
Fallen
Angel
Stones
There
Are

After all
. . .
. .

∞∞∞ Velvet Dew - Mug #2 ∞∞∞

My brew’s gone cold
I question why

I doubt
Ourselves
So much

The wind
Keeps whirling
Out
That window

And I can’t hear at all

Even if I could
It would all be noise

But that mirror
On the wall,

It reminds me,
That it’s not so sad
It’s no so bad

.
 * Epilogue * 

Meaningful
Meandering
Mood
In
Real
Life

Wishing
They weren't
A
Broken
Mirror

Gimme
Gimme
Gimme

Some Funky Whispers, Bro

And
Blue
Velvety
Whiskers

Too.

Respectfully yours, 

Meaningful Morning Mood
.
.

.
.
.

_-* P.S.:  *-_
(. . .
Yes
.
. .Again
.
)

No actual
Trunk
Mannequin
Was harmed
In the writing
Of
This
Noir
Silly
Respectful
Pastiche
Of
Rap
Rock
Kitsch
Musical
Sample
Masterpieces
On
This
Sunday
Writing
Morning,

Post
Lyrical,
Looping,
Finding
Thyself
Deviance,

Enjoy
Your
Sunday
Reading,

Folks.

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

19 Comments

  1. This is whoaa…you took us to this wonderful journey through this vignette. I wonder what it reflects but there’s like a bold statement somewhere. I’m reading it again just so you know, and it still is that whimsical under the skin poems. Sad but upbeat (if that’s a thing?).
    You really seem to brew some amazing poetry. The best part is that it’ll ne’er go cold.
    So cheers to that.

    • whoa – that’s a great reaction to get!!

      I’d actually been thinking about good old Eminem’s Stan song (are you familiar with it – he’s a great master wordplayer?) and mashed it up with dreams, memories, and some recent spooky real-life episodes of mine. Then it was Sunday and I was feeling extravagant so I ventured into the Stone’s and and 70s pop kistch as well.
      Got an interesting pastiche it seems!
      the WHOA – still superb feedback to get here 🙂

      Sayonara

      • sorry Shanyu posted my reply too fast – besides the whoa reaction (which i LOVED) i was also thrilled to read you like my poetry so much – grateful you are reading me!!!! 🙏

      • Konichiwa.
        Eminem’s dope! You heard of ‘lose yourself?’
        Now I get it. It’s amazing how various instances influence poetry. It is upbeat for sure. Infact reading it with a beatbox now😁
        Sayonara.

        • I am sorry for the delay getting back to this inspiring comment 🙂 And yup – “losing yourself”. That’s the attitude I guess if you really want to be true to yourself. Even if that means you may sometimes get hurt.

          It’s amazing how various instances influence poetry.
          🙂
          Couldn’t have said it with better words.
          Take care,
          Anna

  2. Hi, just wanted to say that I nominated you for The Real Neat Blog Award. No need to do it though if it’s not your thing. Stay safe!

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